Title says it all really.
Ds starts secondary school tomorrow. He's ready for it, we like the school he's going to, we've got just about everything (except a showerporof jacket to wear over his blazer for when it rains) - so why are my nerves jangling?! It's like waiting for an exam.
He did a trial run of his uniform yesterday. he looked so tall, slim (and good looking!
) in his uniform. He went into a majour and justified strop with me 'cos dh and I left the room so he could look at himself in the mirror without us embarrassing him and I sneaked back to see him doing just that 
I'm both excited and apprehensive on his behalf. :)
He won't admit to any nerves - but it will be interesting to see how he is tomorrow morning! 